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A Child's Garden of Verses — FrontisMece. 

"THE children's CORNER OF PARADISE." 



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AUG. 16 1902 

aCoPVPIGHT ENTfJY 

Ci!ASa^ O/XXa No. 
COPY 8. 




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TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM 



FROM HER BOY 



Jp OR the long nights you lay awake 

And watched for my unworthy sake : 
For your 7nost comfortable hand 
That led me through the uneven land: 
For all the story-hooks you read: 
For all the pains you comforted : 
For all you pitied, all you bore, 
In sad and happy days of yore : — 
Ily second Mother, my frst Wife, 
The angel of my infant life — 
From the sick child, noio icell and oldj 
Take, nurse, the little book you hold ! 

And grant it, Heaven, that all who Had 
May find as dear a nurse at need. 
And every child who lists my rhyme. 
In the bright, fireside, nursery clime, 
May hear it in as kind a voice 
As made my childish days rejoice ! 

R. L. S. 



CONTENTS 



TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM 

Bed in Summer 

A Thought 

At thk SEA-siDii; 

Young Night Thought 

Whole Duty of Children 

Rain . 

Pirate Story . 

Foreign Lands 

Windy Nights . 

Travel 

Singing 

Looking Forward 

A Good Play . 

Where Go the Boats? 

Atjntie's Skirts 



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10 CONTENTS 

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The Land of Counterpane 41 

The Land of Nod 42 

My Shadow 44 

System 46 

A Good Boy 48 

Escape at Bedtimk 49 

Marching Song 50 

The Cow 52 

Happy Thought 54 

The Moon 55 

The Wind . . . 56 

Kekpsake Mill 58 

Good and Bad Children 60 

Foreign Children 63 

The Sun's Travels Q5 

The Lamplighter QQ 

My Bed is a Boat &7 

Time to Rise . 69 

The Swing 70 

Looking-glass River 74 

Fairy Bread 76 

From a Railway Carriage .... 77 

Winter-time 79 

The Hayloft 82 

Farewell to the Farm 84 



CONTENTS 



North-west Passage 

1. Good-night. 

2. Shadow March. 

3. In Port. 



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THE CHILD 


ALONE 








The Unseen Pf aymate 101 


My Ship and I 










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My Kingdom . 










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Picture Books in Winter 










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My Treasures . 










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Block City 










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The Land of Story-books 










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Armies in the Fire 










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The Little Land . 










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GARDEN DAYS 

Night and Day 129 

Nest Eggs .132 

The Flowers 136 

Summer Sun 138 

The Dumb Soldier 140 

Autumn Fires 144 

The Gardener 146 

Historical Associations 148 



CONTENTS 






ENVOYS 
To Willie AND Henriktta . 




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To My Mother .... 




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To Auntie . . . . ^ 




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To Minnie . . . . , 




. 157 


To My Name-Child . , « 




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To Any Reader .... 




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FULL-VAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 



Frontisj^iece face 

" I liave to go to bed by day " . . .17 

"By he comes back at the gallop again " . 29 

" Boats of mine a-boating " .... 37 

"And out past the mill" .... 39 

" O, wind a-blowing all daj'' long " . . .57 

" But the unkind and the unruly " . . Gl 

" ITow do you like to go up in a swing ? '" . 71 

" Up in the air and over the wall" . . 73 

"0, what a place for play ! '" . . . .81 

"The happy hills uf hay" .... 83 

"Let us arise and go like men " ... 87 

"And face with an undaunted tread " . . 89 

"Now my little heart goes a-beating like a 

drum" 91 

"The shadow of the child that goes to bed "' . 93 

"There safe arrived, we turn about " . .95 

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FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 



"And in the land of Nod at last " . 

"A ship that goes a-sailing on the pond " 

"And to fire the penny cannon in the bow 

" I called the little pool a sea " 

" We may see how all things are " 

" Sitting safe in nursery nooks" 

"Armies march by tower and spire " 

"While we stand watching her " 

' ' AVe on our feet must go plodding and 

ins" 

" See the smoke trail " . 
" The red fire blazes " . 



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A CHILD'S GAR06N 

OF veRses 



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BED IN SUMMER 

TN winter I get up at night 

And dress by yellow candle-light. 
In summer, quite the other way, 
I have to go to bed by day. 

I have to go to bed and see 
The birds still hopping on the tree, 
Or hear the grown-up people's feet 
Still going past me in the street. 

And does it not seem hard to you, 
When all the sky is clear and blue, 
And I should like so much to play. 
To have to go to bed by day ? 



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A THOUGHT 

TT is very nice to think 

The world is full of meat and drink, 
With little children saying grace 
In every Christian kind of place. 




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AT THE SEA-SIDE 

"XA/HEN I was down beside the sea 

A wooden spade tliey gave to me 
To dig the sandy shore. 

My holes were empty Hke a cup. 
In every hole the sea came up, 
Till it could come no more. 




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YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT 

A LL night long and every night, 

When my mama puts out the light, 
I see the people marching by, 
As plain as day, before my eye. 

Armies and emperors and kings, 
All carrying different kinds of things, 
And marching in so grand a way, 
You never saw the like by day. 

So fine a show was never seen 
At the great circus on the green ; 
For every kind of beast and man 
Is marching in that caravan. 

At first they move a little slow. 
But still the faster on they go, 
And still beside them close I keep 
Until we reach the town of Sleep. 



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WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN 

A CHILD should always say what 's true 

And speak when he is spoken to, 
And behave mannerly at table; 
At least as far as he is able. 




■Child's Garden. 



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RAIN 

'THE rain is raining all around, 

It falls on field and tree, 
It rains on the nmbrellas here, 
And on the ships at sea. 




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riKATE STOKY 



"THREE of us afloat in the meadow by the 
swing, 
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. 
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the 
spring; 
And waves are on the meadow like the waves 
there are at sea. 



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Where shall we adventure, to-day that " we 're 
afloat, 

Wary of the weather and steering by a star ? 
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat, 

To Providence, or Babylon, or oif to Malabar ? 

Hi ! but here 's a squadron a-rowing on the sea — 

Cattle on the meadow a charging with a roar! 
Quick, and we '11 escape them, they 're as mad as 
they can be, 
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the 
shore. 




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FOREIGN LANDS 

T IP into the cherry tree 

Who should chmb but little me ? 
I held the trunk with both my hands 
And looked abroad on foreign lands. 

I saw the next door garden lie. 
Adorned with flowers, befo'-e my eye^ 
And many pleasant places more 
That I had never seen before. 

I saw the dimpling river pass 
And be the sky's blue looking-glass ; 
The dusty roads go up and down 
With people tramping in to town. 

If I could find a higher tree 
Farther and farther I should see, 
To where the grown-ap river slips 
Into the sea among the ships. 



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To where the roads on either hand 
Lead onward into fairy land, 
Where all the children dine at five 
And all the playthings come aUve. 




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HENEVER the moon and stars 
are set. 
Whenever the wind is high, 
AH night long in the dark and wet, 

A man goes riding by. 
Late in the night when the fires are out, 
Why does he gallop and gallop about? 



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Whenever the trees are crying aloud, 

And ships are tossed at sea, 
By, on the highway, low and loud, 

By at the gallop goes he. 
By at the gallop he goes, and then 

By he comes back at the gallop again. 




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TK4VEE 



T SHOULD like to rise and go 

Where the golden apples grow ; — 
Where below another sky 
Parrot islands anchored lie, 
And, watched by cockatoos and goats, 
Lonely Crusoes building boats ; — 
Where in sunshine reaching out 

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Eastern cities, miles about, 
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Are with mosque and minaret 

Among sandy gardens set, 

And the rich goods from near and far 

Hang for sale in the bazaar ; — 

Where the Great Wall round China goes, 

And on one side the desert blows. 

And with bell and voice and drum, 

Cities on the other hum ; — - 

Where are forests, hot as fire, 

Wide as England, tall as a spire, 

Full of apes and cocoa-nuts 

And the negro hunters' huts ;— 

Where the knotty crocodile 

Lies and blinks in the Nile, 

And the red flamingo flies 

Hunting fish before his eyes ; — 

Where in jungles, near and far, 

Man-devouring tigers are, 

Lying close and giving ear 

Lest the hunt be drawing near, 

Or a comer-by be seen 

Swinging in a palanquin ; — 

Where among the desert sands 

Some deserted city stands, 

And its children, sweep and prince, 

Grown to manhood ages since, 



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Not a foot in street or house, 
Not a stir of child or mouse, 
And when kindly falls the night, 
In all the town no spark of light. 
There I '11 come when I 'm a man 
With a camel caravan ; 
Light a fire in the gloom 
Of some dusty dining room ; 
See the pictures on the walls, 
Heroes, fights and festivals ; 
And in a corner find the toys 
Of the old Egyptian boys. 



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F speckled eggs the birdie sings 
And nests among the trees ; 

The sailor sings of ropes and things 
In ships upon the seas. 



The children sing in far Japan, 
The children sing in Spain ; 

The organ with the organ man 
Is singing in the rain. 





LOOKING FORWARD 

"\A/HEN I am grown to man's estate 
I shall be very proud and great, 
And tell the other girls and boys 
Not to meddle with my toys. 




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A GOOD PLAY 

"\j\/E built a ship upon the stairs 

All made of the back-bedroom ohairs, 
And tilled it full of sofa pillows 
To go a-sailing on the billows. 

We took a saw and several nails, 
And water in the nursery pails ; 
And Tom said, " Let us also take 
An apple and a slice of cake ;" — 
Which was enough for Tom and me 
To go a sailing on, till tea. 



We sailed along for days and days, 
And had the very best of plays ; 
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, 
So there was no one left but me. 



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WHERE GO THE BOATS? 

P\A1IK brown is the river, 

Golden is the sand, 
It flows along for ever, 

With trees on either hand. 

Green leaves a-floating, 

Castles of the foam, 
Boats of mine a-boating — 

Where will all come home ? 

On goes the river 

And out past the mill, 

Away down the valley, 
Away down the hill. 



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Away down the river, 
A hundred miles or more, 

Other little children 

Shall bring my boats ashore. 







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THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE 

^^HEN I was sick and lay a bed, 

I bad two pillows at my bead, 
And all my toys beside me lay 
To keep me bappy all tbe day. 

And Sometimes fur an bour or so 
I watcbed my leaden soldiers go, 
Witb different unifwrms and drills, 
Among tbe bed-clotbes, tbrougb tbe bills ; 

And sometimes sent my sbips in fleets 
All up and down among tbe sbeets ; 
Or brougbt my trees and bouses out, 
And planted cities all about. 

I was tbe giant great and still 
Tbat sits upon tbe pillow-bill, 
And sees before bim, dale and plain, 
Tbe pleasant land of counterpane. 



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THE LAND OF NOD 

pROM breakfast on tbrougli all the day 

At home among my friends I stay, 
But every night I go abroad 
Afar into the land of Nod. 



All by myself I have to go, 

With none to tell me what to do — 

All alone beside the streams 

And up the mountain-sides of dreams. 

The strangest things are there for me, 
Both things to eat and things to see, 
And many frightening sights abroad 
Till morning in the land of Nod. 



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Try as I like to find the way, 
I never can get back by day, 
Nor can remember plain and clear 
The curious music that I hear. 




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ks MISnADOV? 



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I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out 

with me, 
And what can be the use of him is more than I 

can see. 
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the 

head ; 
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into 

my bed. 

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes 
to grow — 

Not at all like proper children, which is always 
very slow ; 

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india- 
rubber ball, 

And he sometimes gets so little that there 's none 
of him at all. 



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He has n't got a notion of how children ought to 

play, 
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of 

way. 

He stays so close beside me, he 's a cowal'd you 

can see ; 
I 'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow 

sticks to me ! 

One morning, very early, before the sun was up, 

I rose and found the shining dew on every butter- 
cup ; 

But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy- 
head, 

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep 
in bed. 




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VERY night my prayers I say. 
And get my dinner every day.; 
And every day that I've been good, 
I get an orange after food 



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The child that is not clean and neat, 
With lots of toys and things to eat^ 
He is a naughty child, I 'm sure— = 
Or else his dear papa is poor. 




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A GOOD BOY 

J WOKE before the morning, I was happy all 

the day, 
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck 

to play. 

And now at last the sun is going down behind the 

wood, 
And I am very happy, for I know that I 've been 

good. 

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen 

smooth and fair, 
And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my 

prayer. 

I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun 

arise. 
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly 

sight my eyes. 

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the 

dawn. 
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round 

the lawn. 

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ESCAPE AT BEDTIME 

"TilE iiuhts from (lie jailimr and kitchen shone 
out 
Through the Minds and the windows and bars; 
And high overlicad and all moving about, 

There were thousands of millions of stars. 
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a 
tree, 
Nor of people in church or the Park, 
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon 
me, 
And that glittered and winked in the dark. 



The D02:, and the Plouah, and the Hunter, and 

nii; 

And the star of the sailor, and ]Mars, 
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall 

Would be half full of water and stars. 
They saw me at last, and they chased me with 
cries, 

And they soon had me packed into bed ; 
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, 

And the stars going round in my head. 




MAKCniNG' 

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DRING the comb and play upon it! 

Marching, here we come ! 
WilUe cocks his highland bonnet, 
Johnnie beats the drum. 

Mary Jane commands the party, 

Peter leads the rear ; 
Feet in time, alert and hearty, 

Each a Grenadier ! 
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All in the most martial manner 

]\Iarching double-ciuick ; 
While the napkin like a banner 

Waves upon the stick ! 

Here 's enough of fame and pillage, 

Great commander Jane ! 
Now that we 've been round the village, 

Let 'g go home again. 






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HTHE friendly cow all red and white, 

I love with all my heart : 
She gives me cream with all her might, 
To eat with apple-tart. 

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She wanders lowing here and there, 
And yet she cannot stray, 

All in the pleasant open air, 
The pleasant light ol" day ; 

And blown by all the winds that pass 
And wet with all the showers, 

She walks among the meadow grass 
And eats the meadow flowers. 



4 — Child's Garden 




HAPPY THOUGHT 



THE world is so full of a number of things, 
I 'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. 




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THE MOON 

"THE moon has a face like the clock in the hall; 

She shines on thieves on the garden wall, 
On streets and fields and harbour quays, 
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. 

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, 
The howling dog by the door of the house, 
The bat that hes in bed at noon, 
All love to be out by the light of the moon. 

But all of the things that belong to the day 
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way ; 
And flowers and children close their eyes 
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise. 




The Wir^D 



I SAW voii toss the kites on high 

And blow the birds about the sky ; 
And all around I heard you pass. 
Like ladies' skirts across the grass — 

wind, a-blowing all day long. 

wind, that sings so loud a song! 

1 saw the different things you did, 
But always you yourself you hid. 
I felt YOU push. T heard you call, 
I could not see yourself at all — 
wind. a-bloTring all day long, 
wind, that sings so loud a song ! 



you that are so strong and cold, 
O blower, are you young or old ? 
Are YOU a beast of field and tree. 
Or just a stronger child than me? 
wind, a-blowing all day long, 
wind, that sings so loud a song I 



KEEPSAKE MILL 

r^VER the borders, a sin without pardon, 

Breaking the branches and crawling below, 
Out through the breach in the wall of the garden, 
Down by the banks of the river, we go. 

Here is the mill with the humming of thunder, 
Here is the weir with the wonder of foam, 

Here is the sluice with the race running under — 
Marvellous places, though handy to home ! 

Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller, 
Stiller the note of the birds on the hill ; 

Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller, 
Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill. 

Years may go by, and the wheel in the river 
Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day. 

Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever 
Long after all of the boys are away. 

Home from the Indies and home from the ocean, 
Heroes and soldiers we all shall come home; 

Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion. 
Turning and churning that river to foam. 
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You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled, 
I with your marble of Saturday last, 

Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled, 
Here we shall meet and remember the past. 




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pHILDREN, you are very little, 

And your bones are very brittle; 
If you would grow cjreat and stately, 
You must try to walk sedately. 

You must still be bright and quiet, 
And content with simple diet ; 
And remain, through all bewikVring, 
Innocent and honest children. 



Happy hearts and happy faces, 
Happy play in grassy places — 
That was how, in ancient ages, 
Children grew to kings and sages. 
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But the unkind and the unruly, 
And the sort who eat unduly, 
They must never hope for glory — 
Theirs is quite a different story. 



Cruel children, crying babies, 
All grow up as geese and gabies. 
Hated, as their age increases. 
By their nephews and their nieces. 









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CniLDKEN 



1 ITTLK Indian, Sioux or Crow, 

Little frosty Eskimo, 
Little Turk or Japaiiee, 
! don't you wish that you were me 

You have seen the scarlet trees 

And the lions over seas ; 

You have eaten ostrich eggs. 

And turned the turtles off their leors. 



Such a life is very fine, 
But it 's not so nice as mine ; 
You must often, as jou trod, 
Have wearied not to be abroad. 

You have curious things to eat, 
I am fed on proper meat ; 
You must dwell beyond the foam, 
But I am safe and live at home. 

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, 

Little frosty Eskimo, 

Little Turk or Japanee, 

1 don't you wish that you were me ? 




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7TJE SUA^S 



'XHE sun is not a-bed, when I 

At night upon my pillow lie ; 
Still loiind the earth his way he takes, 
And morning- after morning makes. 

"While here at home, in shining day, 
We round the sunny garden plaj^, 
Each little Indian sleepy-head 
Is being kissed and put to bed. 



And when at eve I rise from tea, 
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea; 
And all the children in the West 
Are getting up and being dressed. 
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THE LAMPLIGHTER 

IWl Y tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the 

sky; 
It 's time to take the window to see Leerie going 

by; 

For every night at teatime and before you take 

your seat, 
With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up 

the street. 

Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, 
And my papa 's a banker and as rich as he can be ; 
But I, when I am stronger and can choose what 

I 'm to do, 
O Leerie, I 11 go round at night and light the 

lamps with you ! 

For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the 
door, 

And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many 
more ; 

And ! before you hurry by with ladder and 
with light ; 

O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to- 
night ! 




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IV/l Y bed is like a little boat ; 

Nurse helps me in when I embark ; 
She girds me in my sailor's coat 
And starts me in the dark. 

At night, I go on ])oard and say 

Good night to all my friends on shore ; 

I shut my eyes and sail away 
And see and hear no more. 



And sometimes things to bed I take, 
As prudent saili)rs have to do ; 

Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, 
Perhaps a toy or two. 
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All night across the dark we steer ; 

But when the day returns at last-, 
Safe in my room, beside the pier, 

I find my vessel fast. 




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TIME TO RISE 

A BIRDIE with a yellow bill 

Hopped upon the window sill, 
Cocked his shining eye and said : 
"Aint you 'shamed, you sleepy-head 1 " 




b— Child's Garden. 



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OW do you like to go up in a 
swing. 
Up in the air so blue ? 
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing 
Ever a child can do! 



Up in the air and over the waU, 

Till I can see so wide. 
Rivers and trees and cattle and all 

Over the countryside^— 



Till I look down on the garden green, 
Down on the roof so brown — 

Up in the air I go flying again, 
Up in the air and down 1 




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LOOKING-GLASS EIVER 

C MOOTH it slides upon its travel, 

Here a wimple, there a gleam— 
the clean gravel ! 
the smooth stream ! 

Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, 
Paven pools as clear as air — 

How a child wishes 
To live down there ! 

We can see our coloured faces 
Floating on the shaken pool 

Down in cool places, 
Dim and very cool ; 

Till a wind or water wrinkle, 

Dipping marten, plumping trout, 

Spreads in a twinkle 
And blots all out. 



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See the rings pursue each other ; 

All below grows black as night, 
Just as if mother 

Had blown out the light ! 

Patience, children, just a minute — 
See the spreading circles die ; 

The stream and all in it 
Will clear by-and-by. 






CaSiL up here. O dusf)- feet ! ^H-^'^—^ 
' Hot 15 tajry brcaO to cal !^ 
Here in my rcWnn^ roon^ 
CWildrm yc<u may dint 
On fhe ^okJcn smell C5» brwwr. 

And the shack ot pine 
And Ht»en >ou have eaicn well. 
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CASTER than fairies, faster than witches, 

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches ; 
And charging along Hke troops in a battle. 
All through the meadows the horses and cattle 
All of the sights of the hill and the plain 
Fly as thick as driving rain ; 
And ever again, in the wink of an eye, 
Painted stations whistle by. 
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Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, 
All by himself and gathering brambles ; 
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes ; 
And there is the green for stringing the daisies I 
Here is a cart run away in the road 
Lumping along with a man and load ; 
And here is a mill and there is a river • 
Each a glimpse and gone for ever ! 




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lies the wintry sun a-bed, 
^. A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; 

Blinks but an hour or two; and then. 
A blood-red orange, sets again. 



Before the stars have left the skies. 
At morning in the dark I rise ; 
And shivering in my nakedness. 
By the cold candle, bathe and dress. 




Close by the jolly fire I sit 
To warm my frozen bones a bit ; 
Or, with a reindeer-sled, explore 
The colder countries round the door. 

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap 
Me in my comforter and cap ; 
The cold wind burns my face, and blows 
Its frosty pepper up my nose. 

Black are my steps on silver sod ; 
Thick blows my fmsty breath abroad ; 
And tree and house, and hill and lake, 
xVre frosted like a wedding-cake. 




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THE HAYLOFT 

'THROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side 

The grass grew shoulder-high, 
Till the shining scythes went far and wide 
And cut it down to dry. 

These green and sweetly smelling crops 
• They led in waggons home ; 
And they piled them here in mountain tops 
For mountaineers to roam. 

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, 
Mount Eagle and Mount High ; — 

The mice that in these mountains dwell, 
No happier are than I ! 

O what a joy to clamber there, 

what a place for play, 
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, 

The happy hills of hay ! 



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83 



FAREWELL TO THE FARM 

T^HE coach is at the door at last; 

The eager children, mounting fast 
And kissing hands, in chorus sing : 
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything ! 

To house and garden, field and lawn, 
The meadow-gates we swang upon, 
To pump and stable, tree and swing, 
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything ! 

And fare you well for evermore, 
O ladder at the hayloft door, 
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling, 
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything 1 



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(Vack goes the whip, and off we go ; 
The trees and houses smaller grow ; 
Last, round the woody tuin we swing : 
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything ! 



'S^Ji 




NORTH-WEST PASSAGE 

1. Good Night 

"\A/HEN the bright lump is curried in. 

The sunless hours again begin ; 
O'er all without, in field and lane, 
The haunted night returns again. 

Now we behold the embers flee 
About the firelit hearth ; and see 
Our faces painted as we pass, 
Like pictures, on the window-glass. 

Must we to bed indeed ? Well then, 
Let us arise and go like men. 
And face with an undaunted tread 
The long black passage up to bed. 



Farewell, O brother, sister, sire ! 
pleasant party round the fire ! 
The songs you sing, the tales you tell, 
Till far to-morrow, fare ye well 1 




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2. Shadow March 

All round the house is the jet-black night ; 

It stares through the window-pane ; 
It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light, 

And it moves with the moving flame. 

Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, 
With the breath of the Bogie in my hair ; 

And all round the candle the crooked shadows 
come, 
And go marching along up the stair. 



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The shadow of the bahisters, the shadow of the 
lamp, 
The shadow of the child that goes to bed — 
All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, 
tramp. 
With the black nvAit overhead. 




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3. In Port 

Last, to tlie chamber where I He 
My fearful footsteps patter nigh, 
And come from out the cold and gloom 
Into my warm and cheerful room. 

There, safe arrived, we turn about 
To keep the coming shadows out, 
And close the happy door at last 
On all the perils that we past. 



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Then, when mamma goes by to bed, 
She shall come in with tip- toe tread, 
And see me lying warm and fast 
And in the land of Nod at last. 




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98 




Alone. 




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LofC 



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THE UNSEEN 

riAYMATE 



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\A/1IKN children are playing alone on the green, 
in conies ihe play niate that never was seen. 
When children are hap])y and lonely and good, 
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood. 



Nobody heard him and nobody saw, 

His is a picture you never cuuld draw. 

But he 's sure to be present, abroad or a^^ home, 

When children are happy and playing alone. 

7 — Chi.'d's Car den. -tqi 




He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, 
He sings when you tinkle the musical glass ; 
Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why. 
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by 1 

He loves to be little, he hates to be big, 
'T is he that inhabits the caves that you dig ; 
'T is he when you play with your soldiers of tin 
That sides with the Frenchmen and never can wim 

'T is he, when at night you go oiF to your bed, 
Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your 

head ; 
For wherever they 're lying, in cupboard or shelf, 
'T is he will take care of your playthings himself! 




102 




103 



MY SHIP AND T 

r\ IT 'S I that am the captain of a tidy little 
ship, 
Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond ; 
And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all 

about ; 
But when I 'm a little older, I shall find the secret 
out 
How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. 

For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the 
helm. 
And the dolly I intend to come alive ; 
And with him beside to help me, it 's a-sailing I 

shall go, 
It 's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes 
blow 
And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive. 
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it 's then you '11 see me sailing through the 
rushes and the reeds, 
And you '11 hear the water singing at the prow ; 
For beside I he dolly sailor, I 'm to voyage and 

explore, 
To land upon the islanc'. where no dolly was be- 
fore. 
And to fire tlie penny cannon in the bow. 




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P\OWN by a shining water well 
I found a very little dell, 

No higher than my head. 
The heather and the gorse about 
In summer bloom were coming out, 

Some yellow and some red. 



I called the little pool a sea ; 
The little hills were big to me ; 

For I am very small. 
I made a boat, I made a town, 
I searched the caverns up and down, 

And named them one and. all. 
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And all about was mine, I said, 
The little sparrows overhead, 

The little minnows too. 
This was the world and I was kin 
For me the bees came by to sin 

For me the swallows flew. 






I played there were no deeper seas, 
Nor any wider plains than these, 

Nor other kin^s than me. 
At last I heard my mother call 
Out from the house at evenfall, 

To call me home to tea. 

And I must rise and leave my dell, 
And leave my dimpled water well, 

And leave my heather blooms. 
Alas ! and as my home I neared, 
How very big my nurse appeared. 

How meat and cool the rooms ! 



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PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER 

C UMMER fading, winter comes — 

Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, 
Window robins, winter rooks, 
And the picture story-books. 

Water now is turned to stone 
Nurse and I can walk upon ; 
Still we find the flowing brooks 
In the picture story-books. 

All the pretty things put by, 
Wait upon the children's eye, 
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, 
In the picture story-books. 

We may see how all things are 
Seas and cities, near and far, 
And the flying fairies' looks. 
In the picture story-books. 



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How am T to sing your praise, 
Happy tliiuiney-coriier days, 
Sitting safe in nursery nooks, 
Reading picture story-books ? 




112 




113 




THESE nuts, that I keep in the back of the 
nest 
Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest. 
Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me 
In a wood with a well by the side of the sea. 

This whistle was made (and how clearly it sounds !) 
By the side of a field at the end of the grounds. 
Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own — 
It was oursie wIiq made it, and nursie alone! 




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The stone, with the white and the yellow and 

grey, 
^Ye discovered I cannot tell Jioiv far away ; 
And I carried it back, although weary and cold, 
For though father denies it, I 'm sure it is gold. 

But of all my treasures the last is the king, 

For there 's very few children possess such a 

thing ; 
And that is a chisel, both handle and blade, 
Which a man who was really a carpenter made. 




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"\A/HAT are you able to build with yoiir blocks ■•' 

Castles and palaces, temples and ducks. 
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam, 
But I can be happy and building at home. 

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea, 

There I '11 establish a city fur me : 

A kirk and a mill and a palace beside, 

And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride. 

Great is the palace with pillar and wall, 
A sort of a tower on the top of it all, 
And steps coming down in an orderly way 
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay. 

UG 



This one is sailing and that one is moored : 
Hark to the song of the sailors on board ! 
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings 
Coming and going with presents and things 1 

Nuw I have done with it, down let it go I 
All in a moment the town is laid low. 
Block upon block lying scattered and free, 
What is there left of my town by the sea? 

Yet as T saw it, I see it again, 
The kirk and the palace, the ships and the mea, 
And as long as I live and where'er I may be, 
I 11 always remember my town by the sea. 




8 — Chad's Garden. 



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THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS 

AT evening when the lamp is lit, 

Around the fire my parents sit ; 
They sit at home and talk and sing, 
And do not play at anything. 

Now, with my little gun, I crawl 
All in the dark along the wall, 
And follow round the forest track 
Away behind the sofa back. 

There, in the night, where none can spy, 
All in my hunter's camp I lie, 
And play at books that I have read 
Till it is time to go to bed. 

These are the hills, these are the woods. 
These are my starry solitudes ; 
And there the river by whose brink 
The roaring lions come to drink. 
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I see the others far away. 
As if in fireUt camp they lay, 
And I, like to an Indian scout, 
Around their party prowled about. 

So, when my nurse comes in for me, 
Home I return across the sea, 
And go to bed with backward looks 
At my dear land of Story-books. 





TTHE lamps now glitter down the street; 

Faintly sound the falling feet ; 
And the blue even slowly falls 
About the garden trees and walls. 



Now in the falling of the gloom 
The red fire paints the empty room ; 
And warmly on the roof it looks, 
And flickers on the backs of books. 



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Armies march by tower and spire 
Of cities blazing, in the fire ; — 
Till as I gaze with staring eyes, 
The armies fade, the lustre dies. 



Then once again the glow returns ; 
Again the phantom city burns ; 
And down the red-hot valley, lo ! 
The phantom armies marching go 1 

Blinking embers, tell me true 
Where are those armies marching to. 
And what the burning city is 
That crumbles in your furnaces 1 




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THE LITTLE LAND 

"XA/HEN at home alone I sit 

And am very tired of it, 
I have just to shut my eyes 
To go saiHng through the skies — 
To go sailing far away 
To the pleasant Land of Play ; 
To the fairy land afar 
Where the Little People are ; 
Where the clover-tops are trees, 
And the rain -pools are the seas, 
And the leaves like Uttle ships 
Sail about on tiny trips ; 
And above the daisy tree 

Through the grasses, 
High o'erhead the Bumble Bee 

Hums and passes. 

In that forest to and fro 
I can wander, I can go ; 
See the spider and the fly, 
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And tlie ants go marching by 

Carrying parcels with their feet 

Down the green and grassy street. 

I can in the sorrel sit 

Where the ladybird alit. 

I can climb the jointed grass 

And on high 
See the greater swallows pass 

In the sky, 
And the round sun rolling by 
Heedinjf no such things as I. 



Through that forest I can pass 
Till, as in a looking-glass, 
Humming fly and daisy tree 
And my tiny self I see, 
Painted very clear and neat 
On the rain-pool at my feet. 
Should a leaflet come to land 
Drifting near to where I stand, 
Straight I '11 board that tiny boat 
Round the rain-pool sea to float. 

Little thoughtful creatures sit 
On the grassy coasts of it ; 
Little things with lovely eyes 
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See me sailing with surprise. 
Some are clad in armour green — 
(These have sure to battle been !) 
Some are pied with ev'ry hue, 
Black and crimson, gold and blue ; 
Some have wings and swift are gone ; — 
But they all look kindly on. 

When my eyes I once again 
Open, and see all things plain : 
High bare walls, great bare floor ; 
Great big knubs on drawer and door; 
Great big people perched on chairs, 
Stitching tucks and mending tears, 
Each a hill that I could climb, 
And talking nonsense all the time — 

dear me. 

That I could be 
A sailor on the rain-pool sea, 
A climber in the clover tree, 
And ju£t <3ome back, a sleepy-head, 
Late at night to go to bed. 



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126 



GARDEN DAYS 



127 




128 




"\A/HEN the golden day is dune, 
Through the closing portal, 
Child and garden, flowei and sun. 
Vanish all things mortal. 
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As the blinding shadows fall 
As the rays diminish, 

Under evening's cloak, they all 
Roll away and vanish. 

Garden darkened, daisy shut, 
Child in bed, they slumber — 

Glow-worm in the highway rut, 
Mice amons: the lumber. 



In the darkness houses shine, 
Parents move with candles ; 

Till on all, the night divine 
Turns the bedroom handles. 

Till at last the day begins 
In the east a-breaking, 

In the hedges and the whins 
Sleeping birds a-waking. 



In the darkness shapes of things, 
Houses, trees and hedges, 

Clearer grow ; and sparrow's wings 
Beat on window ledges. 
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These shall wake the yawning maid; 

She the door shall open — 
Finding dew on garden glade 

And the morning broken. 

There my garden grows again 

Green and rosy painted, 
As at eve behind the pane 

From my eyes it fainted. 

Just as it was shut away, 

Toy-like, in the even, 
Here I see it glow with day 

Under glowing heaven. 

Every path and every plot, 
Every bush of roses, 

Every blue forget-me-not 
Where the dew reposes, 

" Up ! " they cry, " the day is come 

On the smiling valleys : 
We have beat the morning drum ; 

Playmate, join your allies 1 " 
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NEST EGGS 

OIRDS all the sunny day 

Flutter and quarrel 
Here in the arbour-like 
Tent of the laurel. 

Here in the fork 

The brown nest is seated; 
Four little blue eggs 

The mother keeps heated. 

While we stand watching her, 

Staring like gabies, 
Safe in each egg are the 

Bird's little babies. 

Soon the frail eggs they shall 
Chip, and upspringing 

Make all the April woods 
Merry with singing. 
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9 — Child's Garden. 



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Younger than we are, 
children, and frailer, 

Soon in blue air they '11 be, 
Singer and 3uilor. 

We, so much older, 
Taller and stronger, 

We shall look down on the 
Birdies no longer. 

They shall go flying 
With musical speeches 

High overhead in the 
Tops of the beeches. 

In spite of our wisdom 
And sensible talking, 

We on our feet must go 
Plodding and walking. 



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THE FLOWERS 




A LL the names I know from nurse: 

Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, 
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, 
And the Lady Hollyhock. 

Fairy places, fairy things, 
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, 
Tiny trees for tiny dames — 
These must all be fairy names ! 
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Tiny woods below wht»se boughs 
Shady fairies weave a house; 
Tiny tree-tops, ruse or thyme, 
"Where the braver iairies cUmb ! 

Fair are grown-up people's trees. 
But the fairest woods are these • 
Where, if I were not so tall, 
1 should live for good and all. 




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r^ REAT is the sun, and wide he goes 

Through empty heaven without repose ; 
And in the blue and glowing days 
More thick than rain he showers his rays. 
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Though closer still the blinds we pull 
To keep the .shady parlour cool, 
Yet he will find a chink or two 
To sHp his golden fingers through. 

The dusty attic siiider-clad 
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; 
And through the broken edge of tiles, 
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. 

Meantime his golden face around 
He bares to all the garden ground, 
And sheds a warm and glittering look 
Among the ivy's inmost nook. 

Above the hills, along the blue, 
Round the bright air with footing true, 
To please the child, to paint the rose, 
The gardener of the World, he goes. 




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THE DUMB SOLDIER 



■yi/HEN the grass was closely mown, 

AValking on the lawn alone, 
In the turf a hole I found 
And hid a soldier underground. 

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Spring and daisies came apace ; 
Grasses hide my hiding place ; 
Grasses run like a green sea 
O'er the lawn up to my knee. 

Under grass alone he lies, 
Looking up with leaden eyes, 
Scarlet coat and pointed gun, 
To the stars and to the sun. 

When the grass is ripe like grain, 
When the scythe is stoned again, 
When the lawn is shaven clear, 
Then my hole shall reappear, 

I shall find him, never fear, 
I shall find my grenadier ; 
But for all that 's gone and come, 
I shall find my soldier dumb. 

He has lived, a httle thing, 
In the grassy woods of spring ; 
Done, if he could tell me true, 
Just as I should like to do. 
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lie has seen the starry hours 
And the springing of the flowers ; 
And the fairy things that pass 
In tlie forests of the grass. 

In the silence he has heard 
Talking bee and ladybird, 
And the butterfly has flown 
O'er him as he lay alone. 

Not a v.^ord will he disclose, 
Not a word of all he knows. 
I must lay him on the shelf, 
And make up the tale myself. 




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AUTUMN FIRES 

IN the other gardens 

And all up the vale, 
From the autumn bontires 
See the smoke trail ! 

Pleasant summer over 

And all the summer flowers, 
The red fire blazes, 

The grey smoke towers. 

Sing a song of seasons ! 

Something bright in all ! 
Flowers in the summer, 

Fires in the fall I 



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THE GArxDENER 

'TH E gardener does not love to talk, 

He makes me keep the gravel walk ; 
And when he p'lts his tools away, 
He locks the door and takes the key. 

Away behind the currant row 
Where no one else but cook may go, 
Far in the plots, I see him dig 
Old and serious, brown and big. 

He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue. 
Nor wishes to be spoken to. 
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay, 
And never seems to want to play. 

Silly gardener ! summer goes. 
And winter comes with pinching toes, 
When in the garden bare and brown 
You must lay your barrow down. 

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Well now, and while the summer stays, 
To profit by these garden days 
how much wiser you would be 
To play at Indian wars with me 1 




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PvEAR Uncle Jim, this garden ground 

That now you smoke your pipe around, 
Has seen immortal actions done 
And valiant battles lost and won. 



Here we had best on tip-toe tread, 
While I for safety march ahead, 
For this is that enchanted ground 
Where all who loiter slumber sound. 
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Here is the sea, here is the sand, 
Here is simple Shepherd's Land, 
Here are the fairy hollyhocks, 
And there are Ali Baba's rocks. 

But yonder, see ! apart and high, 
Frozen Siberia lies ; where I, 
With Robert Bruce and William Tell, 
Was bound by an enchanter's spell. 




- Child's Gar a en 



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150 



ENVOYS 



161 




152 




TO "WSLUE 
MiB 1HIEMRI» 
ETTA 




I F two may read aright 

These rhymes of old deUght 
And house and garden play, 
Yuu two, my cousins, and you only, may. 



You in a garden green 
Wilh me were king and queen, 
Were hunter, soldier, tar, 
And all the thousand things that children are. 



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Now in the elders' seat 
We rest with quiet feet, 
And from the window-bay 
We watch the children, our successors, play. 




" Time was," the golden head 
Irrevocably said ; 
But time which none can bind, 
While flowing fast away, leaves love behind. 




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^^/UU too, my mother, read my rhymes 

A Tor love of unforgotten Umz<^ , 
And you may chance to hear once more 
TTie little feet along fhe floor 



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T^O AUNTTIE 

Cfiinrof our aunts — not only I , 
Buf all your dozen of nurslings cry 
^^af di-d /he cf^r c/u/drrn cfcJ' 
And iJta/ mere Mc//iooc/,ZLXiniing you? 




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TO MINNIE 

'THE red room with the giant bed 

Where none but elders laid their head; 
^J'he little room where you and I 
Did for awhile together lie 
And, simple suitor, I your hand 
In decent marriage did demand ; 
The great day nursery, best of all, 
With pictures pasted on the wall 
And leaves upon the blind — 
A pleasant room wherein to wake 
And liear the leafy garden shake 
And rustle in the wind — 
And pleasant there to lie in bed 
And see the pictures overhead — 
The vrars abi)Ut Sebastopol, 
The gi inning guns along the wall, 
The daring escalade, 
The plunging ships, the bleating sheep, 
The Iwppy children ankle-deep 
And laughing as they wade: 
All these are vanished clean away, 
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And the old manse is changed to-day j 
It wears an altered face 
And shields a stranger race. 
The river, on from mill to mill, 
Flows past our childhood's garden still ; 
But ah ! we children never more 
Shall watch it from the water-door ! 
Below the yew — it still is there — 
Our phantom voices haunt the air 
As we were still at play. 
And I can hear them call and say : 
" How far is it to Babylon ? " 

Ah, far enough, my dear, 
Far, far enough from here — 
Yet you have farther gone ! 
" Can I get there hy candlelight ? " 
So goes the old refrain. 
I do not know — perchance you might — 
But only, children, hear it right. 
Ah, never to return again ! 
The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt, 
Shall break on hill and plain, 
And put all stars and candles out 
Ere we be young again. 

To you in distant India, theee 
I send across the seas, 
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Nor count it far across. 

For which of us forgets 

The Indian cabinets, 

The bones of antelope, tlie wings of albatross, 

The pied and painted birds and beans, 

The junks and bangles, beads and screens, 

The gods and sacred bells, 

And the loud-humming, twisted shells ! 

The level of the parlour floor 

Was honest, homely, Scottish shore ; 

But when we climbed upon a chair, 

Behold the gorgeous East was there I 

Be this a fable ; and behold 

Me in the parlour as of old, 

And Minnie just above me set 

In the quaint Indian cabinet ! 

Smiling and kind, you grace a shelf 

Too high for me to reach myself. 

Reach down a hand, my dear, and take 

These rhymes for old acc|uaintance' sake I 



159 




COME day soon this rhyming volume, if you 

learn with proper speed, 
Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read. 
Then shall you discover, that your name was 

printed down 
By the English printers, long before, in London 

town. 

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In the great and busy city where the East and 

West are met, 
All the httle letters did the English printer set ; 
While you thought of nothing, and were still too 

young to play, 
Foreign people thought of you in places far 

away. 




Ay, and while you slept, a baby, over all the 

English lands 
Other little children took the volume in their 

hands ; 
Other children questioned, in their homes across 

the seas : 
Who was little Louis, won't you tell us, mother, 

please ? 



Now that you have spelt your lesson, lay it down 

and go and play, 
Seeking shells and seaweed on the sands of 

Monterey, 

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Watching all the mighty whalebones, lying buried 

by the breeze, 
Tiny sandy-pipers, and the huge Pacific seas. 

And remember in your playing, as the sea-fog rolls 

to you, 
Long ere you could read it, how I told you what 

to do ; 
And that wliile you thought of no one, nearly 

half the world away 
Some one thought of Louis on the beach of 

Monterey ! 




162 



TO ANY READER 

AS from the house your mother sees 

You playing round the garden trees, 
So you may see, if you will look 
Through the windows of this book, 
Another child, far, far away. 
And in another garden, \ lay. 
But do not think you can at all. 
By knocking on the window, call 
That child to hear you. He intent 
Is all on his play-business bent. 
He does not hear ; he will not look, 
Nor yet be lured out of this book. 
For, long ago, the truth to say, 
He has grown up and gone away, 
And it is but a child of air 
That lingers in the garden there. 



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rope, and his contemptuous receptions by the learned Geographical 
Councils, until his final employment by Queen Isabella. Records 
the day-by-day journey ings while he was pursuing* his aim and his 
perilous way over the shoreless ocean, until he **gave to Spain a 
New World." Shows his progress through Spain on the occasion 
of his first return, when he was received with rapturous demon- 
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Odjeas, Ovandos and Bobadilas ; his last return in chains, and the 
story of his death in poverty and neglect. 

THE STORY OF EXPLORATION AND DISCOVERY 
IN AFRICA. With 80 illustrations. 

Records the adventures, privations, sufferings, trials, dangers 
and discoveries in developing the "Dark Continent," from the 
early days of Bruce and Mungo Park down to Livingstone and 
Stanley and the heroes of our own times. 

The reader becomes carried away by conflicting emotions of 
wonder and sympathy, and feels compelled to pursue the story, 
which he cannot lay down. No present can be more acceptable 
than such a volume as this, where courage, intrepidity, resource 
and devotion are so pleasantly mingled. It is very fully illustra* 
ted with pictures worthy of the book. 

GULLIVER'S TRAVELS INTO SOME REMOTE RE- 
GIONS OF THE WORLD. With 50 illustrations. 

In description, even of the most common-place things, his power 
is often perfectly marvellous. Macaulay says of Swift : " Under 
a plain garb and ungainly deportment were concealed some of the 
choicest gifts that ever have been bestowed on any of the children 
of men — rare powers of observation, brilliant art, grotesque inven- 
tion, humor of the mo-<t austere flavor, yet exquisitely delicious, 
eloquence singularly pure, manly and perspicuous." 

MOTHER GOOSE'S RHYMES, JINGLES AND FAIRY 
TALES. With 300 illustrations. 

** In this edition an excellent choice has been made from the 
standard fiction of the little ones. The abundant pictures are well- 
drawn and graceful, the effect frequently striking and always deco- 
rative." — Critic. 

"Only to see the book is to wish to give it to every child one 
knows. ' ' — Queen. 

LIVES OF THE PRESIDENTS OF THE UxNITED 
STATES. Compiled from authoritative sources. With 
portraits of the Presidents ; and also of the unsuccessful 
candidates for the office ; as well as the ablest of the 
Cabinet officers. 

This book should be in every home and school library. It tells, 
in an impartial way, the story of the political history of the United 
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dential nominations, it is just the book for intelligent boys, and it 
will help to make them intelligent and patriotic citizens. 

THE STORY OF ADVENTURE IN THE FROZEN 
SEA. With 70 illustrations. Compiled from authorized 
sources. 

We here have brought together the records of the attempts to 
reach the North Pole. Our object being to recall the stories of the 
early voyagers, and to narrate the recent efforts of gallant adven- 
turers of various nationalities to cross the " unknown and inacces- 
ible " threshold ; and to shovyr how much can be accomplished by 
indomitable pluck and steady perseverance. Portraits and numer- 
ous illustrations help the narration. 

ILLUSTRATED NATURAL HISTORY. By the Rev. 
J. G. Wood. With 80 illustrations. 

Wood's Natural History needs no commendation. Its author 
has done more than any other writer to popularize the study. His 
work is known and admired overall the civilized world. The sales 
of his wor>f«j in England and America have been enormous. The 
illustrations in this edition are entirely new, striking and life-like. 

A CHH^D'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND. By Charles 
Dickens. With 50 illustrations. 

Dickens grew tired of listening to his children memorizing the 
old fashioned twaddle that went under the name of English his- 
tory. He thereupon wrote a book, in his own peculiarly happy 
style, primarily for the educational advantage of his own children, 
but was prevailed upon to publish the work, and make its use gen- 
eral. Its success was instantaneous and abiding. 

BLACK BEAUTY; The Autobiography of a Horse. By 
Anna Sewell. With 50 illustrations. 

This NEW ILLUSTRATED EDITION is surc to Command attention. 
Wherever children are, whether boys or girls, there tills Autobiog- 
raphy should be. It inculcates habits of kindness to all members 
of the animal creation. The literary merit of the book is excellent. 

THE ARABIAN NIGHTS* ENTERTAINMENTS. With 
50 illustrations. Contains the most favorably known of 
the stories. 

The text is somewhat abridged and edited for the young. It 
forms an excellent introduction to those immortal tales which have 
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ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES. By Hans Christian An- 
dersen. With 77 illustrations. 

The spirit of high moral teaching, and the delicacy of sentiment, 
feeling and expression that pervade these tales make these won- 
deiiul creations not only attractive to the young, but equally accept- 
able to those of mature years, who are able to understand their 
real significance and appreciate the depth of their meaning. 

GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES. With 50 illustrations. 

These tales of the Brothers Grimm have carried their names into 
every household of the civilized vs^orld. 

The Tales are a wonderful collection, as interesting, from i lit- 
erary point of view, as they are delightful as stories. 

GRANDFATHER'S CHAIR; A History for Youth. By 
Nathaniel Hawthorne. With 60 illustrations. 

The story of America from the landing of the Puritans to the 
acknowledgvient ivilJiout reserve of the Independence of the 
United States, told with all the elegance, simplicity, grace, clear- 
ness and force for which Hawthorne is conspicuously noted. 

FLOWER FABLES. By Louisa May Alcott. With colored 
and plain illustrations. 

A series of very interesting fairy tales by the most charming of 
American story-tellers, 

AUNT MARTHA'S CORNER CUPBOARD. By Mary 
and Elizabeth Kirby. With 60 illustrations. 

Stories about Tea, CofTee, Sugar, Rice and Chinaware, and 
other accessories of the well-kept Cupboard. A book full of ia- 
terest for all the girls and many of the boys. 

WATFR-BABIES; A Fairy Tale for a Land-Baby. By 
Charles Kingsley. With 94 illustrations. 

*' Come read me my riddle, each good little man \ 
If you cannot read it, no grown-up folk can." 

BATTLES OF THE WAR FOR INDEPENDENCE. By 

Prescott Holmes. With 70 illustrations. 

A graphic ard full history of the Rebellion of the American Col- 
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that led thereto, and including an account of the second war with 
Great Britain, and the War with Mexico. 

BATTLES OF THE WAR FOR THE UNION. By 

Prescott Holmes. With 80 illustrations. 

A correct and impartial account of the greatest civil war in the 
annals of history. Both of these histories of American wars are 
a necessary part of the education of all intelligent American boys 
and girls. 

YOUNG PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE WAR WITH 
SPAIN. By Prescott Holmes. With 89 illustrations. 

This history of our war with Spain, in 1898, presents in a plain, 
easy style the splendid achievements of our army and navy, and 
the prominent figures that came into the public view during that 
period. Its glowing descriptions, wealth of anecdote, accuracy of 
statement and profusion of illustration make it a most desirable 
gift-book for young readers. 

HEROES OF THE UNITED STATES NAVY. By 
Hartwell James. With 65 illustrations. 

The story of our navy is one of the most brilliant pages in the 
world's history. The sketches and exploits contained in this vol- 
ume cover our entire naval history from the days of the honest, 
rough sailors of Revolutionary times, with their cutlasses and 
boarding pikes, to the brief war of 1898, when our superbly ap- 
pointed warships destroyed Spain's proud cruisers by the merci- 
less accuracy of their fire. 

MILITARY HEROES OF THE UNITED STATES. 

By Hartwell James. Wilh 97 illustrations. 

In this volume the brave lives and heroic deeds of our military 
heroes, from Paul Revere to Lawton, are told in the most captiva- 
ting manner. The material for the work has been gathered from 
the North and the South alike. The volume presents all the im- 
portant facts in a manner enabling the young people of our united 
and prosperous land to easily become familiar with the command- 
ing figures that have arisen in our military history. 

UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; or Life Among the Lowly. By 
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The unfailing interest in the famous old story suggested the need 
of an edition specially prepared for young readers, and elaborately 
illustrated. This edition completely fills that want. 

RIP VAN WINKLE. A LEGEND OF THE HUDSON. 

By Washington Irving. With 46 illustrations. 

In this edition the passages illustrated come directly opposite 
their respective illustrations. 

A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES. By Robert Louis 
Stevenson. With 120 illustrations. 

The handsome>t edition of these charming verses ever pub- 
lished. 

ANIMAL STORIES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE. With 50 
illustrations. 

The animals do the talking. 

ROMULUS, the Founder of Rome. By Jacob Abbott. 
With 49 illustrations. 

In a plain and connected narrative, the author tells the stories 
of the founder of Rome and his great ancestor, .-Eneas. These 
are of necessity somewhat legendary in character, but are pre- 
sented precisely as they have come down to us from ancient times. 
They are prefaced by an account of the life and inventions of Cad- 
mus, the " Father of the Alphabet," as he is often called. 

CYRUS THE GREAT, the Founder of the Persian Empire. 
By Jacob Abbott. With 40 illustrations. 

For nineteen hundred years, the story of the founder of the an- 
cient Persian empire has been read by every generation of man- 
kind. The story of the life and actions of Cyrus, as told by the 
author, presents vivid pictures of the magnificence of a monarchy 
that rose about five hundred years before the Christian era, and 
rolled on in undisturbed magnitude and gljry for many centuries. 

ADVENTURES IN TOYLAND. By Edith King Hull. 
With 70 illustrations by Alice B. Woodward. 

The sayings and doings of the dwellers in toyland, related by 
one of them to a dear little girl. It is a delightful book for chil- 
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DARIUS THE GREAT, King of the Medes and Persians. 
By Jacob Abbott. With 34 illustrations. 

No great exploits marked the career of this monarch, who was 
at one time the absolute sovereign of nearly one half of the world. 
He reached his high position by a stratagem, and left behind him 
no strong impressions of personal character, yet, the history of his 
life and reign should be read along with those of Cyrus, Caesar, 
Hannibal and Alexander. 

XERXES THE GREAT, King of Persia. By Jacob Ab- 
bott. With 39 illustrations. 

For ages the name of* Xerxes has been associated in the minds 
of* men with the idea of the highest attainable human magnificence 
and grandeur. He was the sovereign of the ancient Persian em- 
pire at the height of' its prosperity and power. The invasion of 
Greece by the Persian hordes, the battle of Thermopylae, the burn- 
ing of Athens, and the defeat of the Persian galleys at Salamis are 
chapters of thrilling interest. 

THE ADVENTURES OF A BROWNIE. By Miss 
Mulock, author of John Halifax, Gentleman, etc. With 
18 illustrations. 

One of the best of Miss Murlock's charming stories for children. 
All the situations are amusing and are sure to please youthful 
readers. 

ALEXANDER THE GREAT, King of Macedon. By 
Jacob Abbott. With 51 illustrations. 

Born heir to the throne of Macedon, a country on the confines 
of Europe and Asia, Alexander crowded into a brief career of 
twelve years a brilliant series of exploits. The readers of to-day 
will find pleasure and profit in the history of Alexander the Great, 
a potentate before whom ambassadors and princes from nearly all 
the nations of the earth bowed in humility. 

PYRRHUS, King of Epirus. By Jacob Abbott. With 45 
illustrations. 

The story of Pyrrhus is one of* the ancient narratives which has 
been told and retold for many centuries in the literature, eloquence 
and poetry of all civilized nations. While possessed of extraordi- 
nary ability as a military leader, Pyrrhus actually accomplished 
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of a noble and generous spirit, but only succeded in perpetrating 

crimes against the peace and welfare of mankind. 

HANNIBAL, the Carlhaginian. By Jacob Abbott. With 
g7 illustrations. 

Hannibal's distinction as a warrior was gained during the des- 
perate contests between Rome and Carthage, known as the Punic 
wars. Entering the scene when his country was engaged in peace- 
ful traffic with the various countries of the known world, he turned 
its energies into military aggression, conquest and war, becoming 
himself one of the greatest military heroes the world has ever 
known. 

MIXED PICKLES. By Mrs. E. M. Field. With 31 iUus 
trations by T. Pym. 

A remarkably entertaining story for young people. The reader 
is introduced to a charming little girl whose mishaps while trying 
to do good are very appropriately termed " Mixed Pickles." 

JULIUS C^SAR, the Roman Conqueror. By Jacob Ab- 
bott. With 44 illustrations. 

The life and actions of Julius Caesar embrace a period in Roman 
history beginning with the civil wars of Marius and Sylla and end- 
ing With the tragic death of Caesar Imperator. The work is an 
accurate historical account of the life and limes of one of the great 
military figures in history, in fact, it is history itself, and as such is 
especially commended to the readers of the present generation. 

ALFRED THE GREAT, of England. By Jacob Abbott. 
With 40 illustrations. 

In a certain sense, Alfred appears in history as the founder of 
the British monarchy : his predecessors having governed more like 
savage chieftains than English kings. The work has a special 
value for young readers, for the character of Alfred was that of an 
honest, conscientious and far-seeing statesman. The romantic 
story of Godwin furnishes the concluding chapter of the volume. 

WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR, of England. By Jacob 
Abbott. With 43 illustrations. 

The life and times of William of Normandy have always been a 
fruitful theme for the historian. War and pillage and conquest 
were at least a part of the evieryday business of mea in both Eng- 



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land and France : and the story of William as told by the author 
of this volume makes some of the most fascinating pages in his- 
tory. It is especially delightful to young readers. 

HERNANDO CORTEZ, the Conqueror of Mexico. By 
Jacob Abbott. With 30 illustrations. 

In this volume the author gives vivid pictures of the wild and 
adventurous career of Cortez and his companions in the conquest 
of Mexico. Many good motives were united with those of ques- 
tionable character, in the prosecution of his enterprise, bu( in 
those days it was a matter of national ambition to enlarge the 
boundaries of nations and to extend their commerce at any cost. 
The career of Cortez is one of absorbing interest. 

THE LITTLE LAME PRINCE. By Miss Mulock. With 
24 illustrations. 

The author styles it **A Parable for Old and Young.*' It is in her 
happiest vein and delightfully interesting, especially to youthful 
readers. 

MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS. By Jacob Abbott. With 
45 illustrations. 

The story of Mary Stuart holds a prominent place in the present 
series of historical narrations. It has had many tellings, for the 
melancholy story of the unfortunate queen has always held a high 
place in the estimation of successive generations of readers. Her 
story is full of romance and pathos, and the reader is carried along 
by conflicting emotions of wonder and sympathy. 

QUEEN ELIZABETH, of England. By Jacob Abbott. 
With 49 illustrations. 

In strong contrast to the story of Mary, Queen of Scots, is that 
of Elizabeth, Queen of England. They were cousins, yet im- 
placable foes. Elizabeth's reign was in many ways a glorious one, 
and her successes gained her the applause of the world. The 
stirring tales of Drake, Hawkins and other famou- mariners of 
her lime have been incorporated into the story of Elizabeth's life 
and reign. 

KING CHARLES THE FIRST, of England. By Jacob 
Abbott. With 41 illustrations. 

The well-known figures in the stormy reign of Charles I. are 
brought forward in this narrative of his life and times. It is his- 
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life of Charles ; the court of James I, ; struggles between Charles 
and the Parliament ; the Civil war ; the trial and execution of the 
king. The narrative is impartial and holds the attention of the 
reader. 

KING CHARLES THE SECOND, of England. By Jacob 
Abbott. With 38 illustrations. 

Beginning with his infancy, the life of the ** Merry Monarch '* 
is related in the author's inimitable style. His reign was signal- 
ized by many disastrous events, besides those that related to his 
personal troubles and embarrassments. There were unfortunate 
wars ; naval defeats ; dangerous and disgraceful plots and con- 
spiracies. Trouble sat very lightly on the shoulders of Charles II., 
however, and the cares of state were easily forgotten in the society 
of his court and dogs. 

THE SLEEPY KING. By Aubrey Hopwood and Seymour 
Hicks. With 77 illustrations by Maud Trelawney. 

A charmingly-told Fairy Tale, full of delight and entertain- 
ment. The illustrations are original and strikmg, adding greatly 
to the interest of the text. 

MARIA ANTOINETTE, Queen of France. By John S. G 
Abbott. With 42 illustrations. 

The tragedy of Maria Antoinette is one of the most mournful in 
the history of the world. " Her beauty dazzled the whole king- 
dom," says Lamartine. Her lofty and unbendin<^ spirit under 
unspeakable indignities and atrocities, enlists and holds the sympa- 
thies of the readers of to-day, as it has done in the past. 

MADAME ROLAND, A Heroine of the French Revolution. 
By Jacob Abbott. With 42 illustrations. 

The French Revolution developed few, if any characters more 
worthy of notice than that of Madame Roland. The absc-nce of 
playmates, in her youth, inspired her with an insatiate thirst f ^r 
knowledge, and books became her constant companions in every 
unoccupied hour. She fell a martyr to the tyrants of the French 
Revolution, but left behind her a car'^er full of instruction that 
never fails to impress itself upor the reader. 

JOSEPHINE, Empress of France. By Jacob Abbott. With 
40 illustrations. 



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Maria Antoinette beheld the dawn of the French Revolution ; 
Madame Roland perished under the lurid glare of its high noon ; 
Josephine saw it fade into darkness. She has been called the 
** Star of Napoleon ; " and it is certain that she added luster to 
his brilliance, and that her persuasive influence was often exerted 
to win a friend or disarm an adversary. The lives of the Empress 
Josephine, of Maria Antoinette, and of Madame Roland are 
especially commended to young lady readers. 

TALES FROM SHAKESPEARE. By Charles and Mary 
Lamb. With 80 illustrations. 

The text is somewhat abridged and edited fl^r young people, but 
a clear and definite outline of each play is presented. Such episodes 
or incidental sketches of character as are not absolutely necessary 
to the development of the tales are omitted, while the many moral 
lessons that lie in Shakespeare's plays and make them valuable in 
the training of the young are retained. The book is winning, help- 
ful and an effectual guide to the "inner shrine" of the greal 
dramatist. 

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TORY OF THE UNITED STATES. By Edward S. 
Ellis, A. M. i2ino, cloth, ornamental, 380 pages, 164 
illustrations, ^i.oo. 

It is appropriate that the initial work of this series should be that 
of our own country. From a few struggling colonies strung along 
the Atlantic seaboard, with a population of less than three millions, 
it has expanded in a little more than a century to an area that 
stretches from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and from the frozen 
reLiions of the North to the Gulf of Mexico, with almost a hundred 
million inhabitants. 

This volume enables every boy and girl to make themselves 
familiar with the leading facts in our history from the discovery of 
America to the present lime. It will make them, if possible, more 
patriotic, and will stimulate an interest in deeper historical study. 

The full text of the Constitution of the United States and tables 
of the Presidents are given; also the area and population of each 
state and territory, with the derivation of its name and the date o\ 
its admission into the Union. These, with an exhaustive index, 
round out the volume to generous proportions. 



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No history can be more absorbing and instructive to youths and 
adults than the History of England, and the ann of this volume is 
to enable them to easily acquire a knowledge of the leading facts in 
the building of the stupendous British Empire, whose Tull history, 
teeming with mighty events and spanning twenty centuries, requires 
volumes for the telling. 

It is not intended that this shall take the place of the larger works 
— Hume, Macaulay, Freeman, Froude, and others — but instead to 
note the towering landmarks which mark the sweep of the empire 
along the road of discovery, conquest, progress, development, 
civilizntion, learning, art, literature, science and Christianity. Vet, 
it is a comprehensive survey of the advancement of a horde of wild 
savages, conquered by the Romans before the Christian Era, to the 
proud position of the foremost Christian Power of the Old World. 

Valuable reference tables, showing a list of the sovereigns of 
England, its colonies and dependencies, with dates and modes of 
acquisition, area, population, etc., are incorporated into the volume. 

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i2mo, cloth, ornamental, 355 pages, 115 illustrations, 
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France is a wonderful nation, and her history is instructive, for 
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can devise. It is full of warnings, too, and of instructive lessons 
for American youths, lessons of absorbing interest and of amazing 
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ALTEMUS' ILLUSTRATED YOUNG PEOPLE'S HIS- 
TORY OF GERMANY. By Edward S. Ellis, A. M. 

i2mo, cloth, ornamental, 320 pages, 115 illustrations, 

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The record of Germany, now among the foremost Powers of the 
globe, is one of valiant achievement on the battlefield, of patient 
suffering under grinding tyranny, of grim resolution and heroic 
endeavor, and of grand triumphs in art, science, literature, diplo- 
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The shriveled Rome of to-day is but a faint sliadow of the stu- 
pendous empire whose mailed legions made the earth tremble be- 
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and shall influence mankind through all ages to come. Its mag- 
nificence has never been surpassed ; its heroism and sacrifices 
have touched the limit of human endeavor. 

ALTEMUS' ILLUSTRATED YOUNG PEOPLE'S HIS- 
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We know very little of the early history of the Greeks; yet, by 
digging deep into the ground, we find remains of ancient strong- 
holds and cities; mighty tombs, with not only the dust of dead 
warriors in them, but swords, ornaments and pottery as well; and 
from these we can paint va^e pictures of the Mythical or Heroic 
Age of Greece. 

GALOPOFF, THE TALKING PONY. By Tudor Jenks, 
author of " Imaginotions," "The Century World's Fair 
Book," "The Boys' Book of Exploration," etc., etc. 
Pictures by Howard R. Cort. 121110, cloth, 244 pages, 
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A story for young folks, told in the captivating style that has 
made Mr. Jenks' name a household word wherever there are Eng- 
lish-speaking boys and girls. The book is delightful reading; as 
enjoyable as "Black Beauty," or "Alice in Wonderland." 

CAPS AND CAPERS. By Gabrielle E. Jackson, author of 
'* Pretty Polly Perkins," " Denise and Ned Toodles," 
''By Love's Sweet Rule," etc., etc. Pictures by C. M. 
Relyea. i2mo, cloth, 292 pages, ^1.00. 

A story of boarding-school life, far above the average of such 
stories. Toinette Reeve, who has scarcely known the influence of 
a happy home or tender mother's love, is taken from a school where 



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.the possession of money atones for shortcomings in character, and 
is placed with sensible, loving; instructors who are not one whit be- 
hind their charges in the spirit of good fellowship. 

THE LITTLE LADY— HER BOOK. By Albert Bigelow 
Paine, author of ''The Hollow Tree," ''The Deep 
Woods," "The Arkansavv Bear," etc., etc. Pictures by 
Mabel L. Humphrey, Louise L. Heustis and others. 
i2mo, cloth, 315 pages, $i.oo. 

The Little Lady, who lives with the Big Man and the Little 
Woman in the House of Many Windows, is a dainty little girl to 
whom the Big Man tells stories and sings songs; just such stories 
and songs as children love. Then there are walks and excursions 
and many adventures, which the Little Woman shares with them. 

TONLVIY FOS FER'S ADVENTURES. By Fred A. Ober, 
author of '-The Silver City," "Montezuma's Gold 
Mines," "Crusoe's Island," " The Knockabout Club 
Books," etc., etc. Pictures by Stanley M. Arthur. 
i2mo, cloth, 248 pages, ;^i.oo. 

It is worth while for boys to read such a book as this, and girls, 
too, for that matter. Tommy is a sturdy American boy who has a 
glorious lime in the Southwest among the Navajo, Zuni, Moqui 
and Pueblo Indians, Boylike, he gets into a "scrape," but a 
young Indian becomes his friend and later shares his adventures. 
The author has lived among the scenes he describes; and there is 
plenty of fun and incident. 

FOLLY IN FAIRYLAND. By Carolyn Wells, author of 
"Story of Betty," "Idle Idyls," "The Merry Go 
Round," *' At the Sign of the Sphinx," etc., etc. Pictures 
by Wallace Morgan. i2mo, cloth, 260 pages, $1.00. 

If a little girl or boy who loves fairies (and what child doesn't ?) 
wants to go to Fairyland, and find out how they live there, what 
their houses are like, and what they do to amuse themselves, just 
read this book and be transported into the very heart of Fairyland 
itself. Every well-known personage of nursery lore eagerly helped 
to make Folly's trip to Fairyland a success, and this delightful 
matter, told in Miss Wells' own crisp and original manner, with 
frequent interspersions of her rhythmical, jingly rhymes, goes to 
make up the gayest, jolliest child's book of the season. 



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rOLLY IN THE FOREST. By Carolyn Wells, author of 
''Folly in Fairyland," etc. Pictures by Reginald B. 
Birch. i2mo, cloth, 282 pages, $1.00. 

Regarded by many as Miss Wells' best work. In this charming 
volume Folly meets and talics with the famous animals and birds 
of Mythology, History and Literature. 

JYPSY, THE TALKING DOG. By Tudor Jenks, author 
of " Galopoff, the Talking Pony," etc. Pictures by 
Reginald B. Birch. i2mo, cloth, ^i.oo. 

If Gypsy, the talking dog, had not met Galopofif, the talking 
pony, this story could not have been written, and boys and girls 
everywhere would have lost a most enjoyable book. 

DOUGHNUTS AND DIPLOMAS. By Gabrielle E. Jack- 
son, author of " Caps and Capers," etc. Pictures by 
C. M. Relyea. i2mo, cloth, ^i.oo. 

All of Mrs. Jackson's books are delightful reading, especially for 
girls, and this volume, with its determined and purposeful, yet 
lovable, heroine is no exception to the rule. 

FOR PREY AND SPOILS; OR, THE BOY BUCCANEER. 

By Fred. A. Ober, author of ''Tommy Foster's Adven- 
tures," etc. Fully illustrated. i2mo, cloth, $1.00. 

Mr. Ober is the best authority on Spanish-America we have, 
and a story of pirates and their haunts could not be in better 
hands. This, his latest story, is at once thrilling, humorous and 
instructive. 

RATAPLAN. A ROGUE ELEPHANT, AND OTHER 
STORIES. By Ellen Velvin, F. Z. S., author of '-Tales 
Told at the Zoo," "Jack's Visit," etc. Illustrations 
in color by Gustave Verbeek. i2mo, cloth, ^1.25 net; 
postage, 13 cents. 

Books that help us to a more intimate acquaintance with the 
habits, traits and characteristics of animals are very welcome. 
The latest addition to this literature is a volume of spirited and 
well-told stories from the pen of Ellen Velvin, a writer of many 
successful books for children, a magazinist of acknowledged abil- 
ity, and a Fellow of the Zoological Society, (London.) 



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